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A Piñon Planter (Free verse) by Dovina
With chagrin, the raven flies
over land of enchanted scrub.
To higher ground he soars
where ruby sun glistens
on purple rounded hills
below rugged piney mountains
that looked to men of old
like the shed Saviorâs blood.
To seven thousand feet he climbs
upward, thin air, Santa Fe.
Planting pine nuts lower
is for the average crowd of birds.
Oh, he feels it starting
deep in nut-filled bowel
the birth of a piñon tree
planted on higher ground.
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Posted: August 24, 2004 5:55 PM PDT; Last modified: August 24, 2004 5:55 PM PDT
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